Six weeks have passed; my divorce was finalized last week and I can finally say that I am feeling like myself again. I haven't heard from Lindsey either and I guess that's a good thing. I didn't believe him when he said he would fight to get me back into his life. I know once his child is born, he will no longer think of me.
It took me a few weeks to find myself again because all I wanted to do when Lindsey left was stay in bed and sleep my life away. But thanks to my parents and Christine, I have decided to dust myself off and like I told Lindsey, I am going to heal my broken heart.
I have gotten back into reading and I'm writing even more. Also, I'm drawing and painting; it feels so good to be creative again.
Since having my own children has flown out the window, I promise myself to be the best godmother I can be to Michael and Victoria.
I have been showering them with small gifts, spoiling them rotten, sneaking sweet treats to them and filling them up with sugar.
At the moment, Michael is at school and I have offered to take care of Victoria while Christine has some time to herself.
I have just finished giving Victoria her bottle and I had a quick bite to eat. Now, we are laying on my bed relaxing. Victoria is a good baby. She hardly cries and for some odd reason, she has attached herself to me even more. Christine and I can't explain it, but I don't mind. I love Victoria very much.
I sing her to sleep and once she is out, a sudden wave a nausea hits me. I sit up and try to breathe through it but I lose the battle and run to the bathroom. I vomit my lunch into the toilet bowl and once I'm done, I flush then lay back against the tub. I don't know what happened to me; I had a great lunch. Oh no! What if it's a bug that's going around? I have Victoria with me and I don't want her to get sick. Maybe it's just a one time thing and I won't vomit again. I gather myself and brush my teeth then freshen up.
I make my way back to my bedroom and lay back down with Victoria. She stirs a little but doesn't wake up. A place a kiss on her forehead then I settle down and drift off to sleep.
Some time later, I feel movement beside me and I open my eyes. Victoria is awake and is playing with my crescent moon necklace. I smile at her and sit up bringing her up to sit on my lap.
"Hi pretty girl. Did you have a nice nap?" I ask her as if she will respond. She smiles and giggles, her big brown eyes staring at me.
There's a knock on the door and I look up. Christine is standing at the doorway smiling.
"How was she?" She asked as she walks over to my bed and sits down. Victoria gets excited as she sees her mother. She crawls out of my lap and over to Christine.
"She was a perfect angel. She was no trouble at all." I reply.
Christine holds her baby girl and looks at me with concern. "Stevie...are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." I say. "Why?"
"You look a little pale." Christine says.
I sigh then say. "Well, a while ago, I...I felt nauseous. I even threw up. I guess, lunch didn't agree with me. I feel fine now, just a little tired still."
"Well, why don't you stay in bed and rest. I'll be back later to check on you."
I nod and say goodbye to Christine and Victoria. I lay back down and manage to fall back to sleep.
A few days later, I don't feel any better. I can't keep any food down no matter how hard I try and some smells make me nauseous.
I'm in the kitchen making myself some peppermint tea hoping it will settle my stomach. Mama walks in and gives me a hug and tells me to sit down while she makes my tea. I nod in agreement and as I take a few steps to sit at the kitchen table, the room begins to spin. I hold onto the counter; I hear mama's voice faintly say, "Teedee!" then the next moment, everything goes black.
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